the bathrooms at the restaurant Charlie Bird in NYC are very well equiped. They're two uni-sex bathrooms, which we've normally complained about, but the restaurant isn't particularly large so there was never any lines. Both rooms were spacious (I made sure to inspect them both), well laid out, and well maintined. The music was at an appropriate level where if you wanted to tune it out of your head, you could, but if you liked the song, there was enough volume to appreciate it. Neither the toilets nor the sinks were automatic, which is nice, and the towels they used were robust.

the best part of the bathrooms at Charlie Bird were the soap and other products, which were from luxury brand Aesop. They were a nice touch, especially compared to the gel-like plonk that has become the standard at most restaurants.

judging by a quick twitter check, the door seemed pretty solid. it wasn't a typical stall where it's just a series of metal walls that are connected to make 3 or 4 stalls, but rather it appeared to be more of a built-in type of stall where the sides are brick and the door was wood with a fancy (and faulty) lock.

judging by a quick twitter check, the door seemed pretty solid. it wasn't a typical stall where it's just a series of metal walls that are connected to make 3 or 4 stalls, but rather it appeared to be more of a built-in type of stall where the sides are brick and the door was wood with a fancy (and faulty) lock.

And many bathroom stalls like that open inwards (so empty stalls can hang open and be obviously empty without the doors flapping in the way)....so while you might be able to kick down a door that is simply latched (or even deadbolted) into a regular wooden frame, you aren't going to be kicking it through the "wrong" way.

Could probably toss him a screwdriver and pop the hinges open...but that's about as much work as climbing a ladder.

Haven't post on this thread since January, however, since the topic is crap, I have to add the visual experience of dashing into a Mickey D's while on the road, to relieve oneself of too much coffee, and finding someone has dropped a load in the urinal.